Amara’s pov
My legs hooked in a vice grip around his torso, and his jaw clenched as he tried to release the wooden stakes I had in my hand, which I wanted to poke in his eye, "Let it go!" He gritted, trying to wry my fingers from it, struggling with the pain from my extended claws tearing through the sleeve of his shirt, piercing his skin and drawing blood till I felt it trickle down our arms.
I dug the claws of my other hand in his side, "f**k!" He groaned, closing his eyes shut as he tried to absorb the pain, and I used that as an advantage and poked the stake in his neck, "f*****g hell!" He yelled at the pain, throwing me off him with all his might, and I felt my bones snap a bit, the snapping sound travelled across the tent when my body met with the ground.
I watched as he pulled it
